More Than Meets the Eye

Chapter 2

Marshall lee slowly awoke but refused to open his eyes.

Not yet

He was laying on something soft and silky. He reluctantly pried his eyes open, rubbing the sleep from them like a tired child

'Where the hell am i' he thought.

He was completely surrounded by pink. He was practically drowning in it

His head was pounding and he felt as though he were going to be sick.

The memories from the knight before flooded back and his pail face blushed at how much he had opened up. He could see the sun peaking under the thick drapes, there was no escape.

What exactly happened that night to make Marshall come to the candy kingdom?

that day Marshall had gone to bed, content with the havoc he had brought upon Ooo, but as soon as he slipped into unconsciousness, it began.

He was trapped, trapped in a dark room that seeped to lead into nothingness. Then, faint at first, he herd his name being called out. Soon it was just loud enough so he could identify the voice.He heard his beloved Gumball crying out in pain, screaming his name. But no matter what he did he just ran further and further into the nothingness.

He shook the memory of the horrid dream from his mind.

He couldn't really tell what time it was without the possibility of being burned but he was pretty sure the sun would set before long. The only question was, when would Gumball be returning?

As if on cue the door handle began to creak and the light from the hall spilled over the floor. Marshall watched as Gumball interred the room. As the door clicked behind him he locked the door and slowly removed his royal garments replacing them with a T-shirt and boxers. Marshall watched as the young man standing before him transformed from a regal prince into an every day guy in seconds

Gumball turned to the bed and moved around to the far side where Marshall still lay.

"I see your finally awake. Did you sleep well?" he asked.

Marshall blushed fearsly, there faces were so close. "Y-Ya grate. Thanks for closing the curtains."

Suddenly Gumball was laying on top of him. Head on his chest, fingers intertwined.

"U-U-Umm Gumball? What are you doing"

"you had me worried. All day i wasn't able to get a thing done." Gumball stated.

Marshall glanced over at the drapes to find that the dim light was no-longer shining into the room.

Gumball noticed this, and said in a weak, almost childish voice "Your not going to leave are you? I just got comfortable."

Gumball turned to look at Marshall, releasing one of his hands and placing it lovingly on his cheek. Marshall stared into Gumballs deep violet eyes leaning in as Gumball pulled him closer. Marshall could feel the boys soft lips tenderly brushing up against his own. Gumball began to slowly move his tung back and forth across Marshall's bottom lip, asking for entrance. He parted his lips, obediently allowing Gumball's tung to enter his mouth. He tasted so good. It took everything Marshall had not to fall into temptation and drink from his pink lips. Soon Gumball was straddling Marshall, moving down his body, slowly unbuttoning his red plaid shirt to find a thin gray T underneath. Gumball waisted no time removing both and re-locking there lips. Allowing his hands to rome the flawless pail skin, he moved his lips down to his neck and began to nibble. Whispering "I know this is your thing but i think i might steal it for tonight."

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